Aaron Blackburn.
It had been a long journey, a dangerous one, but Tyson finally found himself on Monument Island, where he needed to be.. Throughout sailing across the sea in a rainstorm and being shot at by what seemed like the entire population of the island, the only thought that crossed his mind was, ‘save the girl’. The things he would do to make his debt go away. Shaking his head slightly, he forced his feet to carry himself inside. Rapture had been a heavenly looking place, but, this building seemed eerie, creepy, if the Danger: Do Not Enter signs were any indication of that. Why would they keep the girl here? Was she the specimen that they were observing that was “dangerous”, as the signs had warned. He ignored the warnings, ignored the quarantine signs, and continued to make his way further inside. Although a part of him wanted to find Aaron and get out of here as soon as possible, another part of him, the curious part, couldn’t help but to search around. It proved to be a good thing more often than not, finding coins left behind for the taking and snacks laying around that would help him regain energy. The room with the projector caught his eye, and, naturally, curiosity took the best of him, playing it. On the screen played a video of a girl, no doubt the very girl he was looking for, attempting lockpicking. Why were they recording and watching her? What was Comstock up to? Tyson shook his head again, reminding himself to keep going, so he did. The next room the male entered peak his interest. It looked like an operating room, a glass-like cage with a chair contained inside. “What the hell are they doing to her?” Tyson questioned, the sight alone making him feel sick in the stomach. He left just as quickly as he went in, and soon found an elevator that carried him up. He walked down hall after hall, but soon, as he stepped into a small squared room, a Quiet! While Specimen is present sign hanging on the wall. Flipping the lever, a window opened up right in front of his eyes. “That’s her,” was all that he mumbled when he saw Aaron on the other side, unaware that someone was watching her at that moment. That hadn’t been the first room on his way to find her that had a secret window, watching the girls every move. Still though, he kept going, even when he had to go on the roof, nearly getting blown off the tower by the strong gusts of wind. Heading up the stairs, he stepped into what seemed to be the angel’s head of a statue, it was really weird, if he were being honest. It happened so fast; first he had been fine, then the next thing he knew, he was collapsing through the floor, hitting another floor with a loud thud. “Ow,” he grumbled, but before he had time to answer the girls “who are you?” question, she started to throw books at him. “Hey! Knock it off. WILL YOU STOP IT?” He demanded, his voice raising when she continued to throw them at her. At her second question, she seemed to pause, giving Tyson advantage to finally stand up. “I’m real enough,” he told her reassuringly. He only took a moment to take breath, before continuing on. “I’m Tyson, a friend. I’ve come to get you out of here.”
